Transcribed by Brad Kale ([email protected])
The Fields Have Turned Brown
D
I left my old home, to ramble this country
G D
My mother and dad, said son don't go wrong.
G D
Remember that God, will always watch over you.
A D
And we will be waiting, for you here at home.
G D
Son don't go astray, was what they both told me.
A D
Remember that love, for God can be found.
G D
But now they're both gone, this letter just told me.
A
D
For years they've been dead, the fields have turned
brown.
For many long years, I've travelled in sorrow.
No thought of the day, when I would return.
Now as I come home, and find no one waiting,
the price I have paid, to live and to learn.
(Chorus)